20 (Samuel Drake) One night stand...ish

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Rae England left her normal life to live all over the world, she has spent years living in cities for no more than two years and can't remember the last time she held down a long term job- but she's doing what she loves. It seems as though she's in for more adventure when two brothers wander into her bar...


I breathe heavily the move the strand of hair from my face, tucking it back behind my ear I linger for a moment at the back door feeling the cold breeze sooth my clammy skin. Bars have a habit of heating up due to the bodies are crammed into a small space, usually it's not busy here but tonight there's something going on and I haven't stopped moving since my shift started.

"Rae, back out there now! I don't pay you to stand around." I hear my boss calling from his office beside the kitchen, I look to the right into his office as the door is wide open and he's glaring at me from behind his desk. I nod and spin around deciding not to argue with him, heading back towards the bar I take a deep breath. I push the door and walk in feeling the humidity straight away, instantly I feel my skin tingle and try to ignore it as I resume my position behind the bar. 

Men are lining the stools before me, the other serving girls are deep in conversation with men ten times their age and from the looks of it they've served everyone here. I take the opportunity to move across to the darker side of the bar, stand in the corner and hope that no one notices me. I reach a hand to my neck and feel the cool metal of the necklace laid there, my fingers trail down to the stone hanging in the gap between my breasts. It's a beautiful Jade stone carved into an oval, the only thing from my previous life that I brought with me, something to remind me of the family I left behind and tell me there's always the option to return. I smile to myself as I know that will never happen though, returning would be a huge mistake.

"Interesting piece of jewellery you've got there."

It's a rough husky voice that breaks my thoughts, an accent that's also not so common around the inner city. I look at a pair of dark blue eyes, they belong to a guy who can't be older than thirty and when he smiles I sense something intriguing about him.

I drop my necklace as I respond "It's just a necklace." I point out turning my body towards him, he gestures to it his eyes fixed on it as I lean on the bar and it hangs towards him- either he really likes the necklace or he's looking down my shirt. "It's not worth anything if that's what you're wondering, if it was I wouldn't still have it." I lie trying not to get it stolen, the less it's worth the less attention it gets.

His eyes glide up to meet mine "It's a Jade stone carved to fit a solid gold chain, Egyptian, based on the design and size." he comments.

"It's worthless" I tell him which only causes him to smirk "maybe to you it is, one mans trash is another mans treasure." he muses.

I raise an eyebrow crossing my arms "Insulting me by calling me a man and then saying my necklace is trash?" I question and his eyes go wide as he sits up straight clearly regretting what he previously said, he stutters twice before I chuckle with a small smile.

"Ah, nice to meet a woman who can take a joke" he says relaxing once again.

"It's nice to meet a man who doesn't just want beer and tits" I throw back glancing over my shoulder to the other girls working tonight, eyelashes batting at men as she shove their chests in their faces. I ignore the few being happily groped for free drinks and turn back shaking my head. I see the stranger look past me to the girls and frown, his eyes fill with concern as he returns to me and meets my annoyed gaze.

He holds out his hand to me "Sam Drake." he introduces himself.

I blink and slide my hand in his, his hands are warm. "Rae England, but known to most men here as 'blondie' but my name's probably more suitable" I joke shaking his hand. Sam laughs and nods breaking his grasp from mine, we give each other a small smile before I hear my second name being called across the bar. I roll my eyes and wander off to serve the drunk man, he's polite and speaks with a hint of a Spanish accent. I pour his drink and make small talk while feeling those eyes on me the entire time, I ignore them smiling and give the guy his change telling him to have a good night. Sam's gone when I glance over, I feel slightly annoyed by it but decide he was just making conversation and probably didn't even tell me his real name. I shrug it off and continue on with my night.

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